Falling

How the fuck I keep falling with human remains through this divine network of love?

Seasons are changing, and I’m calling for the worms to set me free. I used to fuck with Venus, and now I can’t remember if it was good or just was. I tell you now, fallow me if you want, to discover the end of the fall. And be like me. Be like me.

I was born out of a lizard to become a king, and a king I was. For the seven seas of insanity I conquered this land, and ripped it open, to let worms taste my mental sword.

Oh Gloria, where are you been?

Listen to my words of blood and my words shall carry eternal death over your white body. My rotten cock will open doors of music inside your temple and desecrate the virginity of your wet temptations.

Call me God, that’s my name and I shall petty you and whisper the flam of heaven over the blade.

Human trash mixed with the stickiness of desire to love. Who are you?

Me? I’m the last king of hell, I’m the forgotten glory days of a time.

Worms are crawling, feasting over my kingdom.

Who are you?

I’m the last one to stand free between the words.